About twenty years ago, an elderly man in Sydney, Australia, was leaving to enjoy a show at the famous Sydney Opera House.  As he closed the door behind him, his dog began to bark, whimper and scratch at the door. The dog jumped up on a chair so he could see out of a window. When the dog lost sight of his master, he let out a long sorrowful howl. 

About an hour into the show, the man felt quite tired and couldn't keep his eyes open any longer. He soon fell into a deep sleep. Another man sitting beside him glanced over and with a smile on his face, pointed the sleeping man out to his wife.  She commented that they should wake him up when the performance was over. 

The show ended, and seeing that the elderly man had not woken, the man beside him gently placed his hand on his shoulder and softly shook.  There was no response, so he shook harder. To his horror, he realized that the old man was dead. 

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It was several days before the police identified the man and visited his house. Upon opening the front door, they discovered the body of the man's dog. The poor animal lay beside the badly gnawed and scratched door. 

Occasionally visitors to the Opera House will report that a dog had walked up and sniffed them before moving on and repeating the process with other people.  One visitor commented that the dog appeared to be searching for one person in particular. A cold draft apparently accompanied the animal, and the dog seemed to have an aura of great sadness around it. 

The last known sighting of the dog was by a janitor cleaning up after a performance. While sweeping the aisles, he suddenly had the feeling something was watching him. Looking up, he saw the ghostly figure of a dog looking back at him. The dog appeared restless  and whimpered softly. The janitor shook his head sadly.

"Go home boy, your master's not here."

The dog quietly turned away and vanished.

The Sydney Opera House dog has not been seen since.